Okay, I take it all back. To be woken early by the wind is enough of a weather change to match the forecasts. Not exactly howling, but certainly insistent. It's 7am now, and there's a pleasing pink/purple banded in with the, hmm, dark purple/dark grey and light blue. Lit blue, in fact, shading on white. The sky changes so fast: never sure whether I've just missed something, or am on the brink of seeing something new. My breakfast-tea mug is half-full, I think.
Busy day yesterday, writing, and a blowy walk round the point with the dog before lunch. Then rain, heavy enough rain, while I was out. Restored the ex-faulty motorcycle to its owner, post office with two birthday cards, shopping at the supermarket. That last is potentially a meditation, like washing up is a meditation, but for the posters in their faux-naive kooky typeface chattering on about how virtuous the supermarket is. No - see entry of more than a month ago, picked up on Ruth's blog - the planet doesn't say thank you when I re-use my carrier bag.
The planet is too busy throwing weather around. Far more fun. Did run into the woman - was recognised and stopped for a chat by the woman - who gave me 10 per cent off my shopping in return for answering some questions a while back. I suggested that if she's going to be making a career in retail (young woman) she might like to read Paco Underhill, 'Why We Buy'. She bought it - purchased it, she actually said - and she plans to read it. I see Mr Underhill has now written 'What Women Want'. Hmm. Subtitle: 'The Science of Female Shopping'.
Next time I meet that woman, if she's read Mr Underhill, I shall ask her whether she's heard of Deborah Tannen. I might even read her name badge and have the courtesy to try and remember her name. Maybe this is the beginning of a very, very intermittent mentoring exercise. Maybe she'll have another customer survey one of these days. Although I don't suppose I'm eligible any more, having already been asked once.
Work!
Busy day yesterday, writing, and a blowy walk round the point with the dog before lunch. Then rain, heavy enough rain, while I was out. Restored the ex-faulty motorcycle to its owner, post office with two birthday cards, shopping at the supermarket. That last is potentially a meditation, like washing up is a meditation, but for the posters in their faux-naive kooky typeface chattering on about how virtuous the supermarket is. No - see entry of more than a month ago, picked up on Ruth's blog - the planet doesn't say thank you when I re-use my carrier bag.
The planet is too busy throwing weather around. Far more fun. Did run into the woman - was recognised and stopped for a chat by the woman - who gave me 10 per cent off my shopping in return for answering some questions a while back. I suggested that if she's going to be making a career in retail (young woman) she might like to read Paco Underhill, 'Why We Buy'. She bought it - purchased it, she actually said - and she plans to read it. I see Mr Underhill has now written 'What Women Want'. Hmm. Subtitle: 'The Science of Female Shopping'.
Next time I meet that woman, if she's read Mr Underhill, I shall ask her whether she's heard of Deborah Tannen. I might even read her name badge and have the courtesy to try and remember her name. Maybe this is the beginning of a very, very intermittent mentoring exercise. Maybe she'll have another customer survey one of these days. Although I don't suppose I'm eligible any more, having already been asked once.
Work!